Jules Winnfield
Footballguy
Hangover Hashbrowns at the Ole Piper Inn in Blaine, MNI have a particular hate for scrambled eggs, for some reason. Which is odd, working in a breakfast restaurant. I think it stems back to childhood. Living in a family of five, scrambled eggs were simpler. And of course, whoever was cooking them would make a bunch at once, and if they aren't eaten immediately (for me, they rarely were) they are just disgusting. Dried out and overcooked. And if my sister made them, they had gobs of cheese. The only thing I hate more than scrambled eggs is scrambled eggs with cheese.
I had never even heard of a fried egg until college (and I was introduced to them on a drunken night in the frat house kitchen where they were cooked in all bacon grease, needless to say, I was hooked).
Scrambled eggs and omelettes that are overcooked in the slightest smell like a wet dog to me. They are very easy to overcook. If they aren't overcooked on the grill, there's a good chance they'll be overcooked by the time you eat them. I can eat an omelette, but only one that most people would consider way undercooked.
I spend a lot of my time making eggs scrambled hard with cheese, which feels like a particular kind of punishment to me. Ugh, and a well done omelette is even worse (that's where the wet dog smell is really prevalent). I'm happy to take anybody's money, so I'll ruin whatever you like, but I don't have to feel good about it.
My hatred of scrambled eggs and omelettes led to our Papas Huevos line. They are all basically hashbrowns with cheese and your typical omelette fillings on top, and then over easy eggs on top of all of that. The yolk mixed in with all the other crap is just delightful. It's an omelette type of experience for omelette haters.
Large oval plate with a bottom layer of Hash Browns. Top that with grilled onions and jalapeños along with crumbled sausage and cheese. Top with another layer of hash browns and an egg any style
The word around the campfire is that the dish started because whenever the BoH staff would come in on weekends, and were all hung over, they would make this for themselves. Now it’s on the menu